User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs, Tribes And Clans Of Redwall/@comment-3135907-20110816213837/@comment-3135907-20110816214531

Exactly as Rig said, Wettey is indeed in trouble. The fox is pacing around, holding a shortsword. Skrobill, the voulge-carrying rat, circles them along with the stoat and several others. Wettey throws his dagger at the advancing foe. A rat screams and falls, but the gang continues its onslaught. Several slingers begin pelting Searface, Blasko, Wettey and Blocknose with small pebbles until they collapse to the ground and are swept up and bound to poles. Skrobill chuckles. "Ahwawh, Chief, we got that un right!" He is rebuffed by the fox who merely sits down on a log and tosses rocks into the water of the ford.